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The fruit juice became so angry and fitful

Seems there was no more room, in the crystal

Because the oranges battled, to take their place

But instead, they wound up taking up space

All over the counter, and onto the floor

The fruit juice just couldn’t take anymore

It became so erratic, it had to be distilled

Now it sits in a pitcher, in the fridge, being chilled


April Writing Prompt:  Spasmodic juice – Day 18/30

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